April 16, 2003

Edging ever closer to the end of the novel. I think I am nearing that low ebb of melancholy that so many writers talk about after finishing a book. I find that lately I am of two moods. 1. When I'm working on a scene that I have already sketched out and dreamed about for weeks I feel 'bang on' and very much in the 'flow' of writing. 2. When it's something that has been slower to form in my brain then I feel grumpy and infurated...at myself, the situation and even the characters.

Maybe it's natural, maybe I'm nuts, or maybe I went to see 'the Hours' sleep deprived and depressed.
(note to self...find book on getting a two year old to sleep through the night. OR write a new self help best seller, "writing and motherhood, riding the wave of muddleheaded creativity".)

Then there is the looming quest for publication.
I wish, wish, wish, for a serendipitous encounter with a literary agent. Like the tale of the fledling actress sitting at a soda fountain, discovered at last.

in the meantime...
I have started scouring the web for information. Knowledge is power and all that jolly rot.